In the next few days, Albert did not go to the north forest again, nor did he meet Louise again.
Nia's learning to ski was not smooth, and she often fell down. Sometimes she even pulled Albert to roll on the snow.
Similar scenes can often be seen on the snow slopes next to the town. Not only Nia, but other tourists who are not good at skiing will also do this.
Everyone is in a similar situation, so there is no need to feel embarrassed. Tourists who really know how to ski will take the cable car to ski somewhere else.
“Failed again!”
Nia muttered softly as she reached out and pulled Albert up from the snow.
"Maybe I'm not good at teaching people to ski. I'll let Dad come and teach you!" Albert took the blame straightforwardly, stretched out his hand to shake the snow off Nia's body, and comforted her softly.
"You must think I'm stupid!" The girl pouted unhappily, "So, you don't want to teach me anymore."
"Okay, keep practicing!" Albert said with a sigh.
"Balance is very important when skiing, just like skating and riding a bicycle." Albert told Nia his opinion. "At the beginning, you don't need to be too anxious. Any similar sport requires little by little. It is unrealistic to expect to succeed in one step."
"Yeah!" The girl nodded, and soon she pulled Albert down with her.
"Feel sorry."
"It's okay, you're not hurt!"
"No."
"That's good."
I don't know how many times I have had conversations like this.
In fact, Albert didn't know how to ski. His skiing skills were improved through experience, and he was only at level one. His skiing skills were also very average. When teaching Nia, he just passed on his own skiing feeling to her.
Albert once thought that Nia's sense of balance was too poor, so she often fell. Now it seems that it is very likely that his teacher is too bad.
Near noon, Daisy and Herb came back from skiing and came to the slope to check the situation. What they saw was the scene of the two siblings falling together.
"I may really not be able to teach others to ski!" Albert said to Herb helplessly. He had been teaching Nia for several days, but Nia still didn't learn it.
It turned out that Albert's guess was correct. He was indeed not good at teaching people. It only took Daisy half an hour to teach Nia how to ski.
Although her skating was not very smooth, Nia did learn it, which made Albert very depressed and he couldn't help but doubt his own teaching ability.
"It seems that I am really not suitable to be a teacher." He muttered softly.
"To celebrate Nia learning how to ski, let's go to the French restaurant we went to last time. The food there is great!" Herb led the family of four towards the restaurant.
As for the other member of the family, the fat cat Tom, he was sleeping on the cushion with his paws tucked in.
The food in that restaurant is really good, very authentic French food, but a little expensive.
The cuisines of many countries, when transmitted to other countries, undergo some strange changes in taste in order to adapt to other people's tastes.
Unless you go to the country, it is difficult to eat authentic food. Most people who are not aware of the situation even think that the food from different countries should be like that.
The four of them ate and talked about skiing. While skiing, Herb found some nice scenery and planned to take them there to take pictures.
However, Albert thought Nia still needed to practice skiing more, so he postponed the matter.
In fact, Albert didn't have much interest in skiing. Most of the time, he just spent some experience to upgrade his skills because he thought he should know how to do it.
"We meet again, Mr. Anderson!"
At this time, someone came over here and greeted him in a skillful tone.
Albert suddenly looked up at the person who came, with a moment of surprise on his face.
The Anderson family looked at the beautiful girl in front of them in confusion, and soon realized that she was looking for Albert, so they all turned to look at Albert.
"The food in this restaurant is very good." Albert said lightly, "Are you alone?"
"They're over there." Louise smiled at a couple dressed very casually not far away.
Albert nodded slightly in that direction, but had no intention of going over to make acquaintance with the other party.
However, Mr. Delacour came up of his own accord.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson. I hope you don't feel offended." The other party spoke in poor English, which seemed not often used.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Delacour." Albert greeted the other party in a formal way. He used French. There was nothing he could do because the other party's English tone was so poor that he had difficulty understanding him.
"Muggle sports are also very interesting." Mr. Delacour said to himself, "Last time, it took me just a few days to learn. Last winter, when Hertog came to France, I invited him to come skiing here, but he didn't seem to like this sport very much."
Albert smelled something unusual.
"Don't look at me like that. Hector and I have known each other for several years. I heard that he is very optimistic about you. If you were a few years older, I would definitely welcome you to pursue my daughter Louise. She is very beautiful, isn't she?" Mr. Delacour winked at Albert.
It turned out that this guy was very sociable. He kept talking incessantly and even acted like Albert was promoting his daughter, which earned him several cold stares from Louise and his wife.
Albert opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"You don't seem to know that you are famous?" Mr. Delacour suddenly said, probably seeing Albert's surprised expression.
"have no idea."
"I've read some of your papers. They're impressive. Many people think you might be the next Dumbledore." Mr. Delacour said with a joking tone.
Albert didn't take it seriously and let the other party continue talking.
"I heard that Hetok is working on a potion that can restore werewolves?"
"I don't know." Albert said calmly, "However, it is not easy for a werewolf to completely transform into a normal human. The thing you mentioned may be an inhibitor that makes the werewolf less dangerous when transforming."
"I think so too." Mr. Delacour nodded. "That disease is incurable. By the way, do you know the bet between Hertok and Mr. Damocles?"
"I remember that they seemed to have a pretty good relationship!"
"Um?"
"It's hard to imagine that Mr. Dagworth would agree to such a bet." Albert didn't quite believe it. He knew that the man had already won too many honors and was not very interested in many things except potions.
"I don't know Mr. Damocles very well." Mr. Delacour looked at Albert curiously.
"Mr. Dagworth probably wants to help Mr. Damocles." Albert thought for a moment and said his guess, "After all, one more Medal of Merlin is of no use to Mr. Dagworth, and Mr. Damocles obviously needs that Medal of Merlin."